A little high belongs to you . . . Yeah getting high off the soup (drink it up) A little high belongs to me . . . Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop (sip it down) A little high belongs to you . . . A dab of this dab of that not too heavy on the garlic (take it Easy) A little high belongs to me . . . With just a touch of oregano . . . Now everybody's funking but they don't know how They wasn't down back when the bull funked the cow But the chest of the cow was vestless So the stank from the D-thang bang left the breathless Oregano flow Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no Reason: its the season for the lovely flow: The 'D', we're sick enough of stress, let it go Now follow as I slip into the butter melody This is the part I take your heart and leave your vision blurry So try to focus on my dope And I suggest you invest in a telescope; As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television Catch a look just like a hooker catch j-izm Even with bifocals for your ears, you still couldn't see me though As I flavour up this vide' like oregano: Slinging them nouns and verbs You couldn't see me with binoculars I guess I'm kind of different cause I do love them hoes Only not the same way that I love my niggaroes Cause I love it when they say something fly The ill caps make me laugh till I cry Some fries and some freaks and it's on, all night long I love to see my homies living strong But that cook with the cloudy cookbook Rained salt on another brother's sunny day I wonder are we really happy here with this lonely G game we play A little high belongs to you . . . - Yeah, getting high off the soup, (drink it up) A little high belongs to me . . . - Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loop, (sip it down) A little high belongs to you . . . - A dab of this, dab of that, not too heavy on the garlic, (take it Easy) A little high belongs to me . . . - With just a touch of oregano . . . Now everybody's looking but they cannot see The 'D' because we're future and we're too slippery You know we're coming with oregano flow Don't waste your time sticking out your chest, for no Reason it's the season for the lovely flow: The 'D', we're sipping off the stress, let it go, let it go Top rhyming's how we're coming with the loops . . . Oregano, baby, oregano A little high belongs to you . . . - Yeah, my soup'll get you high, (drink it up) A little high belongs to me . . . - Top rhyming's how we're coming, bye-bye A little high belongs to you . . . A little high belongs to me . . .
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